We used to have a cat who liked to eat the heads off moles, then "share them" with us. Now, I just have a puppy (well, ok, he's 3 now, so not quite "puppy") who likes to bring me old chewed up socks. Yes, the socks used to belong to me, but I don't think I want them any more.
Jamie eats anything I've blown my nose in if he can snag it covertly. Then he swallows, does not digest it, and excretes it in the most embarrassing possible places. Not a patch on Hamish, who used to eat my tampons if he could reach them. Then throw them up. Oy vey. In the middle of the shop. And Mom had to exclaim about them. Oy. It only happened once. Measures were taken.
Tree Trunk (his name, after his short stubby legs) is always happy. Everywhere he goes, he wags his tail. If he were human, he'd skip everywhere. He's such a sweety, and knows how to be as cute as possible (like climbing in your lap, and then rolling over so you can rub his belly).
Our dogs all have such distinct personalities. Pepper is jealous, smart, but stubborn (she knows what you're telling her to do, just doesn't want to do it sometimes). Brindle is wise, old and calm. She's mother to most of our dogs, grandmother to Celeste (Pepper is the only unrelated one).
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Our dogs all have such distinct personalities. Pepper is jealous, smart, but stubborn (she knows what you're telling her to do, just doesn't want to do it sometimes). Brindle is wise, old and calm. She's mother to most of our dogs, grandmother to Celeste (Pepper is the only unrelated one).